Mostly Cloudy With No Chance Of Sun

by Cpl. Daniel Stevens

Rain is pouring down on me, though I am not wet.
Is my life a shadow, my mere existence a silhouette?

They say every cloud has a silver lining, while mine is
clearly black.
They say I am an unstable one, well I have not yet begun to crack.

My fears do not control me anymore, I control my fears.
No one gets to me anymore, I cry no more tears.

Must I live my life this way, keeping myself hidden?
Can I truly reveal myself? No, it is forbidden.

I am on a journey without moving anywhere at all.
Am I moving rapidly? No, I have just begun to crawl.